Reaching Through - Nadia Reid

I keep the art separate from the love

I always keep the truth separate from my heart

If I knew how to ride it, I would surely understand

That love will grow thicker in search of foreign land

Who knew that I was reaching through?

Name all of the planets and their distance from the sun

Tell her she was worth it and the only one

And if I am bound for something, honey, won’t you know

That I will always take the shortest fuckin' road?

Who knew that I was reaching through?

Who knew that time would heal our wounds?

I’ve been walking forward only to forget

Where that I have been and who that I have met

If I am bound for something, honey, understand

That love will grow thicker in search of foreign land

Who knew that I was reaching through?

Who knew that time would heal our wounds?

I keep the art separate from the love

I always keep the truth separate from my heart

If I knew how to ride it, I would surely understand

That love will grow thicker in search of foreign land